I met her the first time when I was Six, my parents took me to a park to meet with friends of theirs. The playground had two other children an older boy around my age and a small girl with golden blonde hair. She was crying as the boy stood laughing holding a doll, my parents stood a distance behind me talking with another couple. I took off running to where the two kids where as I became angry at the site.
When I reached the other kids, who was still laughing he was a few inches shorter than me and had a squeaky laugh that angrier me more. I shoved him hard as I strategically moved my leg to trip him as he stumbled back. As he yelled, I quickly bent down and picked up the doll he had dropped when he fell. I brushed off the doll that was a little tattered and warn from excessive play, I turned around and looked at the little girl who still had tears fallen down her cheek. She seemed very frightened of me so I just reached and extend my arms with the doll close to her. She snatched it out of my hands quickly and hugged it to her chest. I felt hand on my back of me and shove me forward and I almost fell right into the crying girl, but she moved quickly out of the way. I turned to see the smaller by looking angry and fuming at my actions.
"Why did you push me you stupid head" the small boy yelled at me
"You were making her cry" I said as I stepped closer to the boy to show I was not afraid of him
"She's a stupid girl" the boy said and I lost control and I punched him in the center of his face
He fell to the ground and started to cry and blood started flowing out of his nose, my hand was throbbing as I stood watching the boy. He quickly got up and ran away toward house that were across the street from the park. I don't know why I acted that way I just hated the idea any girl hurting especially when he was picking on someone so much smaller than him. The sound of sniffling brought me out of my thought and remembered the little girl was behind me still.
She was still crying, but not as hard as she was when I first came over to the playground, I took a step closer to her. She clinched the doll titers to her, and I remembered not liking the look of fear in her face. I had returned her doll did she really think I was going to take it away again. I kicked at the sand under my feet thinking of something to say when I noticed she had a scrape on her knee.
"Does your knee hurt?" I asked looking at the knee
"Uh huh" she said in a small soft voice, and it gave me the courage to look up at the small girl.
She had bright blue eyes that were puffy and red from her crying, but in a way I could see she would be pretty if she was not upset. I knew my mother would tell me she was beautiful, she was always doing that in front of every girl I talked to, trying to embarrass me.
"My mom has some band-aid do you want me to get one for you" she nodded her head and when I looked over to where my parents where. It shocked me to see they were staring intently as where their friend, they must have watched the incident
I was afraid that my father would be angry at my action that I could have disappointed and increased him in front of his friends. I looked up to my father and wanted nothing more than to please him and make him proud. I felt a small gentle, soft hand wrap around my hand and a I was shocked to see the little girl holding my hand walking toward where my parents stood. I looked at my mother as we approached and she and the women beside her where both smiling as we walked closer. I stopped a few feet away and the little girl followed my action.
"Mama. She hurt her knee and needs a band-aid" I said as both when came closer as the little girl held my hand tighter
"Jane, what happened to your knee" The other women said as my mother pulled out wiped and band-aids
"That other little boy was mean to me, he pushed me and I fell" Jane said as tears started to fall from her eyes
"Okay will take you to the restroom and clean you up" The women said as she picked up little girl and started walking away with my mother beside her
I stood there a little confused about what had happened, and trying to figure out if they were her parents. I looked over at my father and the other man stood with hard expression on their face. I couldn't tell if I was going to get in trouble or not, but I didn't see why I would I helped the little girl.
"River come over here, there is someone I would like you to meet" My father said in a strong tone of voice and I walked over feeling unsure about whom this guy was, but did as I was told "River this is, Dante, that little girl Jane is his daughter" I nodded and smiled as I was always instructed to when introduced to important people
"It's nice to meet you sir" I said as he extend a hand and I shock it the best I could
"I saw what you did for my daughter, you protected and took care of her, why is that?" he said giving me a questioning look
"My father always told me to treat girl like you would treat your mother, I wouldn't treat my mother that way and didn't like seeing a little girl cry" I said as he nodded and smiled at me.
"You raise a fine young man here Gio, he will do will when he older in our family" my father nodded
"Thank you" my father said as he sent a small wink to me and I relaxed a little knowing I was not in trouble
"River who would you like, to come work for me when you are old enough" Dante said and he needed down to my level, I glanced at my father who gave me a small smile in reassurances
"I would like that very much sir" I said and he smiled as he offered his hand to my father
"We'll talk tomorrow about getting him into a popper school" As he said that he walked away toward the restroom where my mother was coming back from
My father was more shocking as I followed his to our car once my mother approached us and he whispered something into my mother's ear. He was driving us home when we stopped and he bought my favorite dinner that I only ever got on my birthday. When I asked why we got this, I remember his words perfectly clear to this very day
"River, you made me proud and brought great honor to our family today."
I cherished that feeling I had in my darkest hour of the next 14 years because what I thought was good put me through a long tough jury that many could not handle. My father sent me to a school where I was trained in fighting, educated in general practices of this new lifestyle, and learned the history. But I strive and worked harder than I need to, so I could be the best. I wanted to and needed to be the best because I eventually found out that Dante the man I meet in the park was one of five of the most powerful Mobster in the world and he had chosen me. I wouldn't let him or my father down, so I worked to be the best I could, with other children that had been born into this life. Some had higher power and were born into power that didn't work so hard. I worked to be the best and when my schooling was done I was the number one student and had the highest- degree in every field I could.
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